This is the worst case of animal cruelty ever .....

• But Star miraculously survived horrific ordeal
  

The discovery of a dog that was buried alive up to its nose after being shot in the head 40 times has led to calls for Malta to reform its animal welfare laws.The crossbreed mongrel, which was named Star by her rescuers, was found near the city of Birzebbuga by animal welfare officers investigating an unrelated case. After hearing whimpering coming from beneath a wooden board with a tree stump placed on top of it to weigh it down, officers were confronted with the distressing sight of a dog's face buried in the dirt.  But worse was to follow. When Star was dug out of the ground they discovered all four limbs had all been tied together and that she had been repeatedly shot with a pellet gun.

Miraculously, after doctors removed 40 pellets from her skull during emergency surgery at the Ta' Qali hospital, Star survived.

I think the worse thing about this is that regardless of the nature of act , the penalty is only 1 year for animal cruelty or a fine!!! What is wrong with people!!!!! We humans are animals!!!! 

Lessons I Learned ......

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.- Maya Angelou

mother dearest...

“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother” Abraham Lincon

Happy mothers day mumi joon!<3

Que Pasa

Que Pasa

Last night was very fun and spontaneous and most of all very unplanned. Met up with my old friend Rebecca for some food and long girl talk @ Que Pasa ( its a restaurant & bar chain offering Coffey, food, drinks, cocktails and most of all late night entertainment). After a couple of hours we decided to buy some wine and head to mine.

Had a blast, we had some random conversations, played drinking games where neither me nor Rebecca had an idea of how to play and we also had some acrobatic sessions. might as well us our space before we get our furniture. 

 I didn't wake up until now tho and im gonna get my lazy bum out of bed and head to the shoppes and crack on some revision for my exam the 3 June!!! 

Catch yall laters......<3

Oprah Winfrey Says Goodbye After 25 Years

After 25 years and 4,561 episodes, Oprah Winfrey finally said goodbye to her talk show on Wednesday in Chicago. Gone were the glitz and glamor that characterized the massive, star-studded pre-finale shows that aired over Monday and Tuesday. Although a few celebrity guests were in attendance, like Tyler Perry, the final show was an intimate affair, just Oprah at her best: with a studio audience.

I will truly miss her show!!!! I have been a faithful viewer for almost 11 years and i can truly say there is no other show or hostess that can do what she has accomplished for the pas 25 years. The state of shows now days are so terrible that it can not be explained.

Im am looking forward to her OWN - Oprah Winfrey Network- witch is a TV show like no other where you could view things that are fun, serious, memorable, and most of all knowledgeable!!!!!!!

Update

Well sorry for my late update, due to changing houses we had to wait 3 weeks to have our internet and phone line connected. Plus i have been in Sweden and back to UK and had to be of from work for 2 due to my operation. Now finally 3 weeks later i got the internet happy as a fly but no motivation to do any work. HUMBUG!!!!!!We are still waiting for all of our furniture to arrive witch i am estimating to arrive in about 2 weeks.I HATE ALL THIS WAITING!!!!

During the week i received the BPS Wessex Psychologist Bulltin where my Essay was published in earlier this year. Such a proud moment for me however i can't have done this with our Morgan, he is my true inspiration and motivation. All credit does go to him!!!!!!

Today will be doing work ("hopefully") and NOTHING...boredom. com!!! NEED get full-time job somewhere because being part worker just makes life sooo boring!!!!!

LOVE<3

Home @ laaaast!!!!!!!!!!

Right now im back home in Sweden with my beautiful mum:) Things cant get better!!!!!I can relax, do my revision without any distractions and most of all be taken care of. Feel a bit like im a child again. She is the best mother in the world!!!!!!

Well getting to Sweden was a mission. I Didn't finish work until 1700 then head home to relax eat dinner with Morgan and pack the remaining stuff that needed packing before we head to coach station. At 21.30 i took my buss to Victoria, got there by middnight and got on to another bus that took me straight to Stansted, by that time it was 01.30. As i my flight didn't leave until 06.05 i found myself a corner (like every other 100 passangers) to sit and did revision for my exam that is coming up the 3 of June. I tell ya, by the time i acctully came to Sweden i felt like 'dead man walking' my body was soo tender and my head felt like it was about to expload.

Came home and eventually slept for 3 hours and went to bed at 2300 and slept lika a baby, didn't wake up until now tho and to be honest what to walk up too, a bunch a rain. :( Where is the good weather people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Todays mission is to get a lot of revision done for my Applied Cognitive Exam!

Pease out....

Eat,Pray & Love

The Eat Pray Love book based on Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir is about a happily married woman who realizes her life needs to go in a different direction, and after a painful divorce, she takes off on a round-the-world, soul searching journey of self discovery.

There are a lot of different messages that people could take away from the book. However, three messages that resonated with me is the importance of keeping an open heart after its been broken, allowing yourself the time and freedom to be yourself; and this fascinating tension between our self-effort and the role that destiny or synchronicity can play in our life.

In the beginning of the book, Elizabeth is really unhappy and confused — She literally gets down on her knees and with tears in her eyes, she prays to God for guidance. (Another refreshing aspect of this book is that it did show the spiritual journey that Elizabeth went through because it shows vivid scenes of her praying, meditating and trying to connect with God in her daily life)….Throughout the book, Elizabeth takes the time to realize that she is not happy in life, but still keeps her heart open to finding happiness and true love. Her search for happiness and an authentic and loving relationship after getting her heart broken is inspiring to watch…

Elizabeth also realizes that being happy or spiritual results in her being more true to her self, taking time to enjoy her life (whether or not she feels like she deserves it), and finding a way to live her life in a way that brings her the most joy and happiness. Instead of trying to fit this mold of what an ideal life is supposed to look like, she sets out to find her own personal happiness…

Finally, I have always been fascinated between the role that our own self-effort and synchronicity or grace can play in our life. Was it Elizabeth Gilbert’s purpose or destiny in life to go through heartbreak in order to motivate her to find true happiness, love and write a best-selling memoir based on her journey or was it simply blind luck plus her determination and personal will power to change her life that led her along her journey…or a combination of both.

Elizabeth talks about this tension in her book, when she writes:

“Destiny is a play between divine grace and willful self effort. Half of it you have no control over, half of it is absolutely in your hands and your actions will show measurable consequence. Man is neither entirely a puppet of the Gods nor is he entirely the captain of his own destiny. He is a little of both. 

We gallop through our lives like circus performers balancing on two speeding side-by-side horses. One foot is on the horse called “Faith,” the other on the horse called “Free will” and the question you have to ask every day is which horse is which, which horse do I need to stop worrying about because it’s not under my control and which do I need to steer with concentrated effort.”

Here is the trailer if your interested in the movie:

Day before move in!!!!

Well today's activity has been focused just on packing, packing and again packing. You never realize how much unnecessary rubbish you have until you move. As Morgan & I finally had a day of (together that is) we decided to get some final stuff for the house such as (clothes hangers, paint, paint brush, silicon and some stuff for daddy ofcourse). I texted my best-friend (Christoph) to come and help us with some packing , the more the merrier right!!!! Christoph decided to take us out for dinner tonight witch is so kind of him, will miss him when he goes back to Germany. I'm hoping he gets a job her and stay, we would like that very much!!!

Anyways, i do like to give my oldest and sweetest friend from back home a shout out- its her 26 Birthday and I'm not very happy that I'm missing it but will have to do something when i see her on Sunday! Cant wait!!! Love you darling!!!!!

I'm gonna go and get ready as we gonna hit town in a bit! Mad love people....

Love in the Time of Cholera

 

Not long ago i read a book called Love in the time of Cholera and I tried to write about my reflections on the book over the last few days but I think I was still entrenched in the world of Fermina and Florentino and needed some time to exorcise the story from my body and consciousness.

Like our heroine Fermina Daza had with woeful hopeless romantic Florentino Ariza I had a love/hate relationship with this book. Several years ago I picked it up full of innocent longing for a good story, but after reading several dozen pages I decided that the that it didn’t have the chops to keep my attention for the long haul. It was exiled to the book shelf, out of sight and out of mind for several years passed (though nowhere near the 51 years and some change that Florentino patiently idled away his time in love affairs to break the monotony of endless pining for Fermina while he waited for her husband to die so he could once again put the moves on her). Out of the blue, the book became an Oprah book club selection and started generating a lot of buzz. This piqued my curiosity and I slowly warmed again to the idea of reading the story. Perhaps I had made a mistake the first time around.

Here is a brief plot summary: Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza were childhood sweethearts. Although they never shared a proper conversation, they steal surreptious glances and fan the flames of young love with a secret correspondence of love letters. When Fermina decides that what exists between she and Florentino is not love, but some kind of adolescent illusion, she rejects him and leaves him tormented and brokenhearted. Fermina goes on to marry and have children, but Florentino spends his entire life carrying a torch for Fermina. While he stays devout in his singular love and devotion for Fermina Daza, he finds comfort in a multitude of secret love affairs of the flesh. 51 years, 9 months and 4 days go by since the days of their earlier letters when, upon the death of Fermina's husband, Florentino steps out of the shadows to once again profess his everlasting fidelity .
 

I enjoyed the story and the rich portraits of the characters spanning two centuries in Colombia. Florentino Ariza was at the same time a devoted and caring and borderline maniacal and stalkerish suitor. Fermina was haughty and obstinate, a woman whose identity was spirited identity is traded for the stable life of a wife and mother. Gabriel Garcia Marquez can write vivid heart breaking descriptions of the joy and agony of love in all of its many forms like no other. I also think he perfectly captured the inherent contradictions in human character.

Happy Mother's Day

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?

* She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
* Have 180 movable parts… all replaceable;
* Run on black coffee and leftovers;
* Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
* A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
* And six pairs of hands.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands… no way.”

“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”

“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow…”

“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick… can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger… and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.

“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?”

“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You You were trying to push too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”

“What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”

And the Mother was created – a work of genius.

Killen our dreams!!!!

My good friend aba recommended me to read a this yesterday and i thought pass this on. It's about dreams and how close we can get to kill them if we aren't careful. He gave me this because i was in a place where i just felt very lost in what i wanted to do , continue with master, change jobs or just stay where i am (in my comfort zone). Very depressing until i read this and decided to take some action.

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.- Paulo Coelho

Who are we?

 Something i thought about when walking home from work today....

Nearly everyone derives his identity from mental concepts of who he or she thinks they are. Nearly everyone identifies with his or her thoughts. If you ask people who they are, you get their life story. But that’s not who they are really??? The story only describes a number of events in their lives. You can’t get to know yourself by thinking about it. You can only get to know yourself by silencing your mind and listening – by truly being present for what is presenting itself in the moment. 

Eckhart Tolle said in his book :New Earth-Power of now "Most people live in the delusion that they make decisions out of free will. In reality their actions are completely determined by their past. How you think, what you want and what you consider important are all determined by your upbringing, your culture, your religion – in short, by your concepts. As long as you still think you are your mind, you have no free will. Spiritually you are unconscious. You may think you know what you want, but you don’t. It is only the conditioning of your mind that says: “This is what you need to have”. That’s not a choice, it’s mechanical. Some people escape from this. Then it is suddenly as if there is more consciousness, which means that for the first time they truly experience free will. Only then can you take responsibility.” 

Do you seek Peace or Drama?

Do you want peace? There is one who not want peace. Yet there is something else in you that wants the drama,wants the conflict.You may not be able to feel it at this moment.You may have to wait for a situation or event just a thought that triggers a reflection in you:Someone accusing you for this and that,not acknowledging you, encroaching on your territory, questioning the way you do things and argument about money..........

CAN YOU THEN FEEL THE ENORMOUS SUGAR OF FORCE MOVING THROUGH YOU; THE FEAR, PERHAPS BEING MASKED BY ANGER OR HOSTILITY?????? Can you hear your own voice becoming harsh or shrill, or louder and a few octaves lower?Can you be aware of you mind racing to defend its position, justify, attack, blame???

In other words can you awaken at that moment of unconsciousness? Can you feel that there is something in you that is in war, something that feels threatened and wants to survive at all cost, that need the drama in order to assert its identity as the victorious character withing that theatrical production? Can you feel that there is something in you that would rather be right than at peace?

Get along with yourself!!!!

Signed, sealed & delivered

We have just signed our contract for our new house and paid the final deposit. Excitement is one word to describe how i'm feeling at this very moment. But now,its just all the freaking packing i have to deal with, and the funniest thing is that we don't even have stuff to move, ITS JUST MY CLOTHES THAT HAS TO BE PACKED DOWN IN SUIT CASES.....ohhhh my days!!!!! I sometimes wish i was a guy ,life would be SO much easier. But i wont complain as it has to be done ,so at this moment  i only have some of my summer clothes and my work cloths out.

We have to already bought new furniture for the house witch will be delivered in about 6 weeks time, now  we have to buy a bed, bar stoles together with a table, curtains, rough, lamps & garden furniture. Ohhh cant wait to decorate my house!!!!!

Will keep you updated once we moved.....


Peach out<3

Give up defining yourself!!!!

Give up defining yourself- to yourself or to others. You won't die. You will come to life. And don't be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it's their problem.


Whenever you interact with people, don't be there primarily as a function or a role,  but as s field of conscious Presence.Why does the ego play roles?Because of one unexamined assumption, one fundamental error,one unconscious thought. That thought is: I am not enough.

Other unconscious thoughts follow:I need to play a role in order to get what i need to be fully myself; I need to get more so that i can be more. But you cannot be more that you are because underneath your physical and psychological form, you are one with Life itself, one with Being.


In form, you are and will always be inferior nor superior to others.
IN essence, you are neither inferior nor superior to anymore.True self-esteem are true humility arise out of what realization. In the eyes of the ego,self.esteem and humility are contradictory. In truth, they are one and the same.

House

Well today Morgan and i decided to do some shopping for my fathers 60 birthday party that is coming up the 23 of MAJ :-D. Its so funny because i keep thinking i see my father everywhere i go but i think its just that i miss him a lot. Can't wait to go home the 15 of May, need to relax big time and what better way to do it then go home for 1 week .

Also as we are moving in 9 days time we decided to continued our journey to Hedge End to by our furniture for our new house. I'M WELL EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D We eventually decided to buy a City cuddle sofa ( basically its in between a corner sofa and a three set sofa) together with a standard chair.Will put new pics up once we have moved in.I have to say that even thou im very excited to move in to my new house , the most thing im looking forward to is my back garden which is as big as a football court  (oki a bit smaller) lol

But here is some pics of our new house:)

Thoughts

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.


We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.


We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.


We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.


These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom..........

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

My Past = My Future